And so, in August, I had a coffee-meets-laptop mishap. I wrote in real notebooks flipped upside down. Real notes in green ink. Frank the Laptop went into the shop, where my husband promised the laptop gods didn’t laugh at me. I had words to write, so Truman the Giant Eff-off Desktop was set up on my kitchen table. Since we’ve not so recently moved, there is no longer a wall between my kitchen and my living room, and since we’re…
I’ve lost count of the days I’ve been without my laptop. These days, when the kid leaves for school (because that happens here), she sets a stuffed animal on my notebook (an actual notebook, my faves are marble composition books and I talked them about here.) The stuffed animal is a scruffy looking cat with big eyes which Isla has named after me, and insists is my writing mascot. (Still not as scruffy as this one.) Anyway, the thing is…
And so, I was writing to a deadline last week. And by last week, I mean I started writing at 7pm on Saturday and was still writing at 3.30 am on Sunday morning. I went up for NYC Midnight again this year, and this time I even liked my writing prompt. My writing week stretched before me like sun in The Bahamas. Hint: I’ve never actually been to The Bahamas. But I have written short stories before. Not a lot…
